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Between Messes and ourselves, we share Dusty. For what seems like half our lives, we've all been close friends doing the music thing. We all grew up in the same hometown, and we're all connected to it and its people. This split was in the talks for over five years. Mostly as a joke, until this year. This year we decided to give back to our community, our friends, our families, and our hometown music scene.

This split was for anyone who helped uproot us from our homes, for those who encouraged us to travel, for our supportive families, for our many friends, for anyone who has ever shared kind words with us.

credits

released June 6, 2016

Thanks to Perry Wesley for recording and mixing the Leaving tracks.
Thanks to Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering for the Leaving masters.

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I walked the catwalk over 80
I watched the cars pass by.
Thought about you lying here
and both of us were high.

And we're too stoned to know the difference
between who we are and who we wanna be.

I felt the fence cave in around me
as this world seemed so small.
Heard you light up a another joint
and exhale through the fog.

Don't worry it's okay,
I'll be exactly what you want.

But you wrecked me then
and you wreck me again every spring.
So we play it off like we're just friends,
cause without my friends I think I'd be worse off
than I already am.

And everything we know will one day come to an end,
so I want you to know

how much

you
meant.

Track Name: Leaving - The Box

You in your leather jacket,
me in my blue and red one.
The dark sky above your windshield.
I seen the flame cut through my eyelids
and the ash fall beneath your seat.
Just like back then.

It's nights like these,
we're so invincible.
It's nights like these,
we feel young again.

And now we're smoking cigarettes to kill some time.
We're just waiting for the Summer when the days aren't so short,
so we can live a little better than the days before.
Before another year is gone.

Those weird, nostalgic songs we haven't heard in years,
we play them on repeat and lie back in our seats.
The nights just turn to days while everything back slowly fades away.
I feel like I'm seventeen again, but it'll never feel like it did back then.

You said we weren't leaving anyone behind,
but I'm growing apart from my past,
I don't want to leave it behind.

Through your window, I see my life.
It's sad and it's bleak that I'm losing my mind,
I'm running our of time.
It's nights like these,
I'm feeling left behind.

And nothing helps me cope
with the underlying weight of growing old.
I don't want to let my childhood